He took his hand away when Terry gave him a nod, a non verbal promise that he’d stop shouting. It was just as well, he supposed. Honestly, he didn’t want the other keepers to wake, to decide that Terry was here because Tim favoured him in some way, that he’d become a favourite, because that simply wasn’t how things worked here. That wasn’t how it worked. Not in Tim’s sanctuary.
He was aware that they were naked, that he was in Terry’s bed, but that was beside the point, wasn’t it?
“I’m an animagus,” he said, his voice low and quiet. He’d not wake the others, wouldn’t chance it if he could help it. “I wanted to have a nap and you came in and woke me and things are--” he closed his eyes for a moment, wondering if he could explain it. “Things are different there. I didn’t… thoughts don’t work in the same way and you were kind to me. I must have--”
He shook his head, unable to explain, really.
“Dogs are strange things,” was all he could say with an almost shy smile.